#i realised i like drawing shanks

[hoodiemanic]

I've been wanting to draw this au and now it is finally done!!

The Shanks-and-Luffy-promising-to-not-meet-until-Luffy-became-a-great-pirate-but-actually-keep-accidentally-meeting-all-the-time-and-trying-hard-to-pretend-they-don't-au PART 1!!!

I love themmm interacting-- canon why have you deprived us of this,,, they're so fun

[grandline-fics]

Hello! I just found your blog and I am reading everything that you have (while working🤐)

I have to say I am in love with your writing. You are amazing, can't put the phone down.

I would love to be in the tag list for everything that you will write in the future.

Also if you don't mind can I ask for the Promp "Conforting Kisses" where the reader had a nightmare of the getting badly hurt and they give them kisses to forget maybe?

If you can do it for Luffy, Ace and Shanks I will be thankful for ever. If you don't want to write it is okey💕

Hope you have a great day! 💕

Thank you again for writing💕💖

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Comforting Kisses

WARNINGS:  descriptions of injury, mentions of death. slight angst. hurt to comfort

CHARACTERS: Luffy, Shanks

WORDS: 1,340

A/N: Thank you so much for your support and this request! I made a mistake and mis-read it to think you wanted the reader to do the comforting. I also only managed to get something for Luffy and Shanks for this but I hope this is still to your liking and you enjoy how it turned out.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LUFFY

He was so much stronger than he had been when you first met and joined him on the crew. Luffy had spent two years under Rayleigh’s instruction to ensure he’d never lose anyone else close to him again. So now why was he staring in horror, completely helpless and unable to intervene as you were overwhelmed by multiple heavy hitting opponents he’d defeated in the past. Each one got hit after hit on you, ignoring Luffy’s yells for them to leave you alone. As strong as a fighter as you were normally you were no match against these monsters striking all at once. You didn’t even seem to notice Luffy as he screamed and struggled to get to you. The Captain could only watch as your attackers fell back into shadows while you fell to your knees as a wave of Magellan’s poison and Akainu’s magma came crashing over you.

Luffy awoke with a shuddering gasp, limbs locked tightly and body trembling as the cold sweat broke over his skin. With every rapid breath he took, the images he’d just detached himself from flashed in his mind in the dark. Every desperate gulp of air just brought more of a panic, drawing him back to the darkest, lowest point in his life when he’d realised he was weak and couldn’t save his brother. What would he do if he lost you? Before a new panic could set in, he caught the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Immediately he was out of bed and approaching the door, opening it before you could even knock. “Oh, couldn’t sleep either Lu-”

Before you could finish your question, Luffy had his arms out like a shot and pulled you against him. Laying his head against your chest the sound of your heartbeat finally began to ground him, rooting him in reality and not the horrible nightmare that still clung to him. You’d initially tensed at the hug Luffy drew you into, not because of it being unexpected-it wasn’t given how affectionate he was with everyone-but because of how timid he seemed. This wasn’t a usual Luffy hug, filled with warmth and happiness. As you wrapped your arms around his shoulders you could feel the tremor in his frame and took note of how every so often his arms would try to pull you closer. Angling one hand you settled your finger’s against the back of his head, moving in gentle motions to help him relax from whatever nightmare he’d clearly had. 

Lightly you pressed a kiss against the top of Luffy’s head, a small smile tugging at your lips when Luffy slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze. It was reassuring to see he seemed more himself albeit still a little shaken. “Can you do that again? Felt nice.”

“Sure.” Leaning forward you pressed a longer but just as gentle kiss against his forehead, your smile growing to hear and feel Luffy’s body relax from the comforting action. You pulled back to watch him carefully. “Ready to go back to bed? I can stay with you if it helps.”

Unsurprisingly Luffy’s gaze hardened at the suggestion. He was tired, he wasn’t going to lie but at the same time he hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to have that nightmare all over against your offer of staying helped him greatly. 

Together you moved back into Luffy’s room and lay down in the bed. Taking naps with Luffy was never anything new but since starting a relationship with him this was the first time you were going to spend the night in his bed. As much as you didn't like the circumstances that led to this but you couldn’t deny how right it felt to lie in Luffy’s arms, pressing comforting kisses against his head as he fell asleep to keep his nightmares away. 

SHANKS

Shanks knew this image well. Loguetown’s town square filled to the brim of people, their heads turned towards the towering execution block and awaiting the procession to appear on the top podium. Overhead thick grey clouds quickly swept in and darkened the clear morning, rain falling heavily as the winds began to shriek. Shanks lifted his arm to shield his eyes, his gaze firmly on the Marines who appeared. Your name was shouted out for the audience to hear and immediately Shanks’ body froze when the two Marines stepped aside and you were roughly shoved onto your knees. 

Your body looked so frail and small on top of the execution block. Even from where he stood he could see the bruises and cuts against your body as you knelt, hands held firmly by the heavy iron shackles and chains. Shanks quickly began to push through the crowd, trying to get to you but for every person he moved out of his way more replaced them. No, this couldn’t be happening. While the two Marines drew their weapons in preparation of what was to come, another stepped forward to begin calling out the charges. 

“You have been found guilty for aiding and abetting, harbouring, and consorting with known Pirate Emperor Red Hair Shanks on multiple accounts spanning years. For this clear defection of the World Government’s rule and repeated alliance with dangerous criminals we can only treat you as a pirate and deem only one punishment is suitable; death.” Over the pelting rain and thunder, Shank’s yell for you was swallowed and you defeatedly hung your head. Your eyes slid closed as you waiting the swinging of the blades, arcing straight for you. 

Shanks woke sharply, a deep pit of ice twisting painfully in his stomach as his heart thundered loudly in his ears. It was so incredibly rare for Shanks to feel powerless or weak, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a nightmare and any that came to mind paled in comparison to what he’d just seen. He’d never allow any harm to come to you, in all the years he’d known you and loved you he’d made sure the Marines and any pirate rivals he had knew nothing about you. Glancing down he saw you sleeping peacefully against his chest. Logic told him you were fine, you were safe. He could feel your warmth and feel your soft breath against his skin but still it couldn’t replace the images of your beaten body about to be put to death. 

Knowing it was irrational and stupid, he couldn’t help himself. Lightly he spoke your name and gently shook your shoulder. Immediately you stirred, a hum of sleep thickened confusion breaking from your lips. Shifting so you were on your stomach you blinked through the haze and looked to Shanks in sleepy concern, knowing he’d never wake you unless it was necessary. “Shanks? What’s wrong?”

“Sorry love, really I am.” Shanks explained softly, letting his fingers gently move in soothing patterns against your skin. Seeing you awake and hearing your voice already doing wonders to dispel the hurt his subconsciousness had created. “Had a bad nightmare. Just needed you.”

Immediately your gaze sharpened enough and you nodded in understanding. It wasn’t often but anytime you had a nightmare and Shanks was there he’d wake and be there with you until you’d calmed. Now it was your turn. 

Slowly you pulled yourself up and inched closer. With a feather-light touch you pushed the stray strands of red hair from his face before caressing his jaw. Leaning in you pressed sweet, caring kisses against his face. You started at his eyes, paying close attention to his scars before moving to his temple, then the bridge of his nose, his cheeks before finally settling your lips against Shanks’ pulling him into a deep, tender kiss, clearing the remnants of his nightmare away. Breaking apart you lay your forehead against Shanks’, smiling when he lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing your wrist, a clear sign he was becoming more like his usual self. “When the crew and I leave this time, you want to come with me?”

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[pandora-writes-one-piece]

And then there were three!

Sources for images: |Ace| |Kid| |Zoro| |Law| |Sanji|

Here we are with another round of voting for the next installment of The Meet-Cute! Is everyone excited?! Gosh, I know I AM! I'm going to post the plots and the poll under the cut, okay? Last time I just posted the plots under the cut and I'm not sure everyone saw it!

As per usual, here's the scenario, let's treat this like a multiverse! As if a different time-line emerges after reader has met all our main characters and we follow a different path. One where neither Ace, nor Law ever happened, and reader will find love somewhere else. A whole new story.

Poll below! Click to vote!!!

Kid: Kid is a mechanic and an army veteran. You'll take an interest in the old car he's fixing and decide to help him. If at first your relationship falls into an easy flirty banter, soon you realise that Kid is so much more than what he shows the world. The worst part is that the shadows Kid doesn't want you to see, are what draws you further into him. When he pushes you away, holding you at arm's lenght because he just doesn't 'do feelings', and he 'doesn't want to snuff your light with his darkness', you don't simply accept defeat and, instead, decide to fight. Even if it breaks your heart in the process. Heads up for: Lot's of angst, misunderstandings, lack of communication. Perks: Motorcycle riding Kid (wink, wink), rough and gruff Kid who shows affection by gestures rather than words, Killer (obviously he's going to show up)! Shanks reaction to this relationship: he's gonna hate it. He'll keep telling you that Kid is unpredictable and dangerous and he doesn't want that for his little girl. He'll actively try to stop you from becoming to attached.

Zoro: You rekindle your easy friendship with Zoro with much ease, revelling at how simple everything feels with him. Until you start to feel observed. It starts small, but the closer you get to Zoro, the more obsessed and crazed your 'stalker' gets. Who is he? What does he want? And how much of your newfound fondness for Zoro are you willing to sacrifice when the stalker threatens to hurt him? Heads up for: Gore, reader in a constant state of fear/stress, creepy stalker. Perks: Extremely protective Zoro, 'who did this to you?' trope. Shanks reaction to this relationship: for this installment we will see very little of Shanks since he'll be away from home. But he likes Zoro.

Sanji: You get a job working at Sanji’s café and quickly become very good friends. You feel yourself growing more and more attached to Sanji, all the while fighting against those feelings, because he's a Vinsmoke and you wanted to cut ties with them completely. When Ichiji comes into to town, he's very surprised to find you, especially because you're working for his brother, though he claims his grievance is not with you, but Sanji. The question is, when you find out that Sanji is not a distant relative (as he claimed to be) but the brother of your ex, how will you react? Heads up for: Vinsmoke assholes demeaning Sanji, reader feeling very conflicted with feelings for Sanji. Perks: Sanji's love language is being extremely romantic and caring. Shanks reaction to this relationship: Shanks is a man that can be won through his stomach. Sanji conquers him easily. Until Shanks finds out he's brother of the Vinsmoke scum who hurt his little girl!

[moonmaiden1996]

Bound By Fate- Chapter Six

The days at sea blurred together, painted in shades of salt and sun. You worked where you could, earning wary nods from the crew as you helped with repairs, cleaned the deck, or sorted supplies in the hold. But the camaraderie shared among the Red-Haired Pirates never quite extended to you. Not fully. You were an outsider, tethered to this ship by Shanks’s unrelenting will.

A captive.

It wasn’t a title Shanks had used outright, but it lingered unspoken in the way the crew avoided asking about your past or your plans. In the way Beckman’s sharp eyes tracked your movements, even when you thought you were alone. Most of all, it was in the way Shanks himself treated you—an uneasy mix of affection, possession, and guilt that left you constantly second-guessing where you stood.

That evening, as the ship rocked gently on the waves, you found a quiet corner near the galley to sit and think. The crew was gathered on deck, their raucous laughter and music echoing through the ship as they celebrated some long-forgotten triumph. You didn’t join them. You rarely did.

Instead, you watched from the shadows as Shanks held court in the middle of the crowd. His grin was wide, his laughter booming as he challenged one of the younger crew members to a drinking contest. He still radiated charisma, drawing everyone into his orbit like a blazing sun. But even from a distance, you could see the strain in his movements, the way he leaned a little too heavily on his sword for balance.

It was Beckman who caught your eye. The first mate stood off to the side, his expression calm but watchful as he puffed on a cigarette. He wasn’t drinking or laughing like the others. His focus was entirely on Shanks.

“Everything he does,” you muttered under your breath, “it’s all an act.”

You didn’t mean for anyone to hear you, but a passing crew member glanced your way, his brow furrowing slightly. You offered a tight smile and looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

xxx

Later that night, as the celebration wound down and the crew trickled below deck, you decided to stretch your legs. The air was cool, the stars brilliant against the inky sky. You wandered toward the stern, drawn by the faint murmur of voices.

“…can’t keep this up, Captain,” Beckman’s voice drifted to you, low and serious.

You froze, your pulse quickening as you realised they were nearby. Creeping closer, you pressed yourself against the wall of the ship, hidden in the shadows.

“I’m fine, Beck,” Shanks replied, his tone slurred but defiant. The sound of a bottle clinking against wood followed his words. “Just a little under the weather.”

“A little under the weather?” Beckman repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You’ve been sweating through your shirt for three days, barely eating, and pushing yourself harder than ever. This isn’t just the pollen anymore, Shanks.”

There was a long pause before Shanks spoke again, quieter this time. “It doesn’t matter. Not with her here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You instinctively pressed closer, straining to hear more.

Beckman exhaled slowly, the sound of his cigarette crackling faintly in the silence. “You’re making this harder on yourself, you know. She’s not the problem.”

“She’s everything,” Shanks said sharply, his voice breaking slightly. “Do you think I don’t see the way she looks at me? Like I’m some kind of monster?”

“Then let her go,” Beckman said evenly. “She’s not a prisoner. Not really.”

Another heavy silence followed. You barely dared to breathe.

“You don’t understand,” Shanks finally said, his voice filled with something raw and unguarded. “It’s not that simple. She’s—she’s more than that, Beck. I can’t just let her go. You know I can’t…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.

“And the old order?” Beckman asked carefully, his voice quieter now.

Shanks groaned, the sound low and guttural. “I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing anymore, Beck. But I can’t—” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat roughly. “I can’t lose her… the old order remains, it never changes… I expect you and the men to follow it.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Whatever unspoken command this “old order” entailed, it clearly loomed over both men like a spectre. And it terrified you.

“As you order, Captain… we’re two days from Westrow…”

You stayed perfectly still until the last of their footsteps faded into silence. Only then did you dare to move, stepping away from the shadows with shaky breaths. The chill in the night air seemed sharper now, biting through your skin as if to echo the dread curling in your stomach.

“She’s everything.”

Shanks’s words clung to you like salt on the breeze, impossible to wash away. The weight of his raw, unguarded voice—tinged with fear, anger, and something you couldn’t name—wrapped around you tightly. The old order, the way he couldn’t let you go, the way his men seemed bound to his will even as they doubted it… all of it painted a picture you didn’t want to see.

The ship shifted beneath your feet, rocking gently with the rhythm of the sea, but your mind was far from calm. Westrow, whatever it was, loomed two days away. Shanks’s words swirled in your mind, but it was Beckman’s even tone that lingered most: “She’s not a prisoner. Not really.”

But wasn’t that exactly what you were? Bound to this ship, to this crew, to a man who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—let you go. His guilt and affection tangled with something far darker, far heavier. And you were at the heart of it, spinning helplessly towards his storm.

The realisation hit you like a rogue wave: whatever awaited in Westrow, there would be no turning back. The threads tying you to Shanks were too tight, too tangled. They couldn’t be undone without ripping something apart.

The wind tugged at your hair, carrying with it the faint echoes of laughter from below deck. You closed your eyes, drawing in a breath that burned your chest.

The storm wasn’t coming—it was already here. And you were caught in its grip. For now, all you could do was hold on and hope the ship—and your fragile place on it—would survive.

@commanderfreethatdust @hauntedluna

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[yuki2sksksk]

I haven't got much time to post things with uni stuff and all 🥹 Have some stress relief drawings of One piece OC that I can't get my mind off.

That's her enchanted mask, enabling her head to look like swirling water and concealing her face.

The Witch of the Sea, Cordelia Thalassa

This is just a burst of idea moment, and I still need to catch up on One Piece a lot.

Cordelia used to be a Celestial Dragons but she's the 'black sheep' of the family so she's treated poorly. She runs away with her witch teacher and learns magic from her.

Her main ability focus on energy manipulation but she can conjure spells and brew potions. She's not a pirate but she earns a bounty for alliance with the Whitebeard pirates, some other pirates and even associates with Roger, the King of the Pirates. She do business of potions selling.

Cordelia used to spend a lot of time with Shanks and Buggy, hence regarding them as her little brothers. She also visits the ASL brothers whenever she can, earning the title aunty from the boys. She's like that aunt who bursts in carrying gifts for her nephews. Garp thinks she's spoiling the boys.

She stayed on the same island as Portgas D.Rouge (hence why she gets to spend time with Shanks and Buggy whenever they drop by). When Roger died and Rouge was pronounced pregnant, Cordelia's mentor gives Rouge a potion that can help in postponing the labour, but it drowned her health. Cordelia tries to visit Ace as many times as she can.

Her bounty actually started when she caused ruckus among the Celestial Dragons after she discovered the cause of Sabo's 'death'. While she wanted nothing more than to kill those people, she instead drew out the energy from their souls, unintentionally turning them into empty bodies that live without means.

Cordelia realises that her power can bring destruction as much as it can gives protection.

Extra note: Cordelia has been a sickly child so when she learns energy manipulation from her mentor, she unknowingly extracts energy from seastones and drinks it like water. It helps her gain health but if she's not careful and letting out energy shockwaves, any devilfruit eaters will be affected.

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

REALISATIONS IN SILENCE (oneshot)

(GALLY X M! READER)

⋆★ word count : 611

⋆★ warnings : n/a!

⋆★ summary : Gally and M/N have an argument, leading to a separation that makes Gally realise his true feelings for M/N.

⋆★ extra : this is old, i’m gonna do my requests soon!!

The Glade was unusually quiet as Gally paced near the map room, frustration etched across his face. He couldn’t believe the argument he just had with M/N. Their voices had echoed through the Homestead, drawing concerned glances from the other Gladers.

“Why can’t you just listen for once, M/N?!” Gally had shouted, his face flushed with anger. “You’re reckless out there! One day you’re going to get yourself killed!”

M/N had stood his ground, his own anger flaring. “I know what I’m doing, Gally! I’m a runner for a reason. Just because you don’t agree with my methods doesn’t mean I’m wrong!”

The argument had escalated quickly, both of them too stubborn to back down. Finally, in a huff, M/N had stormed off, leaving Gally standing there, seething.

Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Gally’s anger began to cool, replaced by an uncomfortable emptiness. He was used to M/N’s presence, his confidence and determination. Their friendship—or whatever it was—had always been intense, but this felt different. The distance, the silence, it gnawed at Gally in a way he hadn’t expected.

He found himself wandering towards the spot where M/N often went to think, a secluded corner of the Glade near the tall trees. Gally hesitated, unsure if M/N would even want to see him. But something in him, something desperate and unspoken, pushed him forward.

To his relief, M/N was there, sitting on the ground leaning on a fallen log, staring into the distance. The sun casting a warm glow around him, highlighting the tension still visible in his posture.

“M/N,” Gally called softly, approaching cautiously. Leaning on a tree just behind the other boy.

M/N turned, his expression guarded. “What do you want, Gally?”

Gally sighed, running a hand across his buzzed hair. “I wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”

M/N’s gaze softened slightly, but his body still tense, still he remained silent, waiting for Gally to continue.

Gally took a deep breath, the words he’d been avoiding finally rising to the surface. “I’m just... I’m worried about you. Every time you go into that Maze, I’m scared you won’t come back. And when I saw you today, all I could think about was how much it would hurt if something happened to you.”

M/N’s eyes softened again, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Gally, I didn’t know...”

Gally nodded, stepping closer. “I know I’m not good at this—talking about feelings and stuff. But you mean a lot to me, M/N. More than I realised until now.”

M/N stood, his eyes searching Gally’s. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” Gally admitted with a small smile. “And because I was scared. But being without you, even for a little while, made me see how much I care about you.”

A silence fell between them, but it was different now, filled with understanding and unspoken feelings.

M/N stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “I care about you too, Gally. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry like that.”

Gally reached out, hesitating for a moment before pulling M/N into a tight embrace. “It’s not your fault don’t apologise, just promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t think I can handle losing you.”

M/N hugged him back, the warmth of their embrace soothing the lingering tension. “I promise. I’ll come back every time. For you.”

Gally pulled back slightly, just enough to look into M/N’s eyes. “Good. Because I need you here with me shank.”

M/N smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made Gally’s heart ache in the best way. “I’m not going anywhere, Gally. Not without you.”

[melkyt]

The theory that Luffy is the key to the one piece has me stressing (/s)

I was drawing his scar and its just very X marks the spot of his heart. There is some commentary here that he got the scar after losing Ace. How he had his heart torn out at losing his brother and how Law was there to help him heal.

Jimbei is there ofc and is the one who helps Luffy remember his crew in the end, but the fact that Law is *there* I think has a huge part to play of why they slowly learn to get along on the same wavelength later.

I saw a few theories when googling Shanks that the man thinks is the key to the one piece

Law who was not quite going after the one piece itself, but like Robin, he is traveling for knowledge of the world, so I wonder if he realises or starts believing that Luffy is the key.

For added angst an AU where the key is literary Luffy, his blood, his death bringing on a new world like Rogers did. History repeats itself but Law who put all his hope in Luffy and gotten attached is not going to let Luffy die which is where the immorality surgery comes into play.

Now I dont subscribe to the Evil Shanks Theory, but in an au? Mmm, make him worse, so much worse (or go the evil twin route). Shanks standing over Luffy's unconcious body,

Law trying to reach him.

Sacrificed at an altar in front of a door that leads to the one piece, the bloodline of D being the seal, but only if they have a mythical Zoan.

Law trying to give his life, not wanting to lose a person he cares about, going straight to self-sacrifice.

Just this whole trope would go so hard for the feels xd

[chromatic-lamina]

bits and bobs, One Piece, Chapter 1126 spoilers

Just small things I haven't seen mentioned yet. Oda's mostly making Shanks look scary, but he looks very good here:

And Zoro and Robin here:

AND I don't think that Oda actually knows how to draw kids in the 10-13 year old age range (looking at Law!) I mean, I know there are height differences and all, but the following

gesture (Bonney holding onto Jinbe's clothes in the way a younger child would hold onto a caretaker's clothes, both to steady themselves, and to make sure they don't get away) seems to be of a toddler to about six year old. It's still very sweet.

BUT, anyway, cruel, cruel, cruel. It makes me realise she's no longer with

her father, who seems to have some semblance of life? SO, is Bartholomew Kuma also missing, and if so, did he make the Sunny disappear (and himself in the process, and half the crew)? The ship is evident in the frame above, moored to the Giants' ship.

That was the second frame of Bonney with her father too. Of course, it doesn't seem he's much company, so she'd need to leave him on occasion, but it didn't seem that that occasion was at this point.

Then again, absinthe is a strong drink, and can

make drinkers hallucinate, as stated by the giant above. SO maybe everything (the Sunny being lost, etc.) is a hallucination (it would be a trip if Oda played an "It was all a dream card"). Because the sootiness of this first frame where someone (Luffy? Chopper?) is calling Nami, certainly is "waking from a dream"-like.

Is it only the "mature" quadruple, and (Bonney, and Lilith) left on the Giants' ship?

SO, whose hallucination is whose? It's not really about handling liquor, because both Nami and Zoro can, but maybe the others weren't drinking, or drinking as much. But they must have had some, otherwise they'd remember, so something else is at play.

Anyway, the sootiness of the first frame of the page above reminds me a lot of

the yami-yami no mi (taken from Lilith and Edison wondering where Law was in the anime: special segment at the end). The colouring from the manga and the anime will be different, but Oda does that sooty dotting for Teach's fruit.

Maybe the counter to the yami-yami no mi is dreams that can obliterate it / are stronger than it? That's not a theory, just noodling.

Also, Nami's outfit is kinda Nordic, viking, rustic, giant. Her hair plaits, too. I dunno. Maybe taken by the giants' arch-enemy? Or maybe they need to enter Elbaf separately under some kind of secret system, especially since the thwarted Kid Pirates attack?

Dunno. Anyway. Just thought I'd point out a few things that struck me. It's a great chapter. Go read it!

[y-rhywbeth2]

Randomly realising that Bhaal's plan to have feral Durge murder all their friends to ruin Withers' party could end with a plot hook considering Withers has communications with Cyric on his desk (and one of Cyric's recent victims is also providing the party music).

I'm willing to bet Bhaal likes the idea of fucking Cyric over even more than the brief fulfilment that is the petty spite of killing his kid's friends and possible boy/girlfriend/s, so Jergal has a bargaining point for drawing out an agreement for a joint pawn. All three gods present can at least agree that Cyric should be shanked (all gods total can agree on this).

Bhaal's best tool, while physically and mentally shredded, is still Durge at this time. The more recent spawn are not as 'pure' and are either newborn or unborn. Patch Durgeto the bare minimum of functioning (as per previous brain damaged levels), promise them 'forgiveness' for the last failure and ship them off to assassinate Cyric or foil his plans as the method of atonement or whatever. This will likely bring them back into contact with the party, either by running into each other working towards the same goal (antagonists or allies or both?) or as a full return to the party. Either way it will be painful and horrific levels of awkward for all. Or I guess Bhaal could just do a full Time of Troubles style takeover and borrow Durge's body to go rematch Cyric himself. He's not so good at looking after mortal host bodies though, so 'semi-independent mortal pawn on a short leash' style seems more likely.

Actually 'kill your friends' could well just be a brief but unimportant entertainment to the side of the main goal in this scene, which is gathering intelligence on whatever it is Cyric and Jergal are up to via meat-puppet.

[buggyposting]

Who would be

A merman pirate bold,

Sitting alone,

Singing alone

Under the sea,

With a crown hat of gold,

On a throne?

Pairing - Shanks x Buggy

Length - 480 words

Rating - General/Teen

Tags - Pining, Angst, Crush

~*~

Buggy went in search of Shanks, and found the red haired pirate on the upper deck of the ship, facing out to sea.

Buggy paused.

A rare moment presented itself here, with Shanks preoccupied and unaware he was being observed.

So Buggy took that moment to watch his companion, and really look at him. His dark cloak and white shirt ruffled lightly in the sea breeze. His red hair was held down by his straw hat, a hat that glowed subtle gold in the early evening sunset.

Buggy wondered what Shanks was looking at that would draw his attention this way.

Whatever it was, he felt jealous of it.

Deep down inside him was a feeling he'd never dare say aloud, a desire for Shanks to gaze at him in this manner.

The moment was broken when Shanks began ever so subtly to turn his head, like he knew someone was there.

Buggy hastily marched forward. "And what are you looking at?" he demanded. When he got to the spot beside Shanks, he looked around at the blue sea surrounding them. Nothing but water.

"Well, what are you looking at?" Buggy asked again, looking at Shanks and finding him looking back at Buggy with a smile.

"Right now?" Shanks grinned. "I'm looking at you."

Buggy huffed. "Before that."

"Before…" Shanks turned his gaze back to the sea. "I wasn't really looking at anything. Just thinking."

"Thinking?" Buggy scoffed. "About what? How to find The One Piece?"

Shanks glanced at Buggy and smiled that secretive smile of his. That glorious yet infuriating secret smile.

Buggy realised Shanks wouldn't tell him, so he blew a raspberry at him. "Fine, have it your way," Buggy said, and spun on his heel to leave.

Shanks caught his hand before he could walk away.

"Stay and watch the sunset with me," Shanks asked.

Buggy didn't say no. He pretended to find it silly but he loved to be alone with Shanks.

They sat down on the deck side by side, dangling their legs through the wooden railing, and they watched the sun set across the sky and the glistening sea.

Buggy blew out a small raspberry at the sun. "What's so great about sunsets?" he asked.

Shanks laughed, a quiet and gentle chuckle. "Have you ever thought about it?" he asked. "There's only one sun for this whole world. That means no matter where anyone is, we'll always be watching the same sun, the same sunset. Sure, it may be at different times over different seas, but it's the same sun."

Shanks turned his smile to Buggy, a smile that could light up any dark room. "Don't you think that's wonderful?"

Buggy nodded. "Sure," he said, gazing back at Shanks. "It's wonderful."

~*~

[Many years later]

[Shanks Pirates noticing their captain sighing and staring longingly at the sunset again. Who is he sighing over they wonder.]

[Buggy version]

~*~

[Thank you for reading and here is the poem in full]

The Merman

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I.

Who would be

A merman bold,

Sitting alone,

Singing alone

Under the sea,

With a crown of gold,

On a throne?

II.

I would be a merman bold,

I would sit and sing the whole of the day;

I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power;

But at night I would roam abroad and play

With the mermaids in and out of the rocks,

Dressing their hair with the white sea-flower;

And holding them back by their flowing locks

I would kiss them often under the sea,

And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly;

And then we would wander away, away

To the pale-green sea-groves straight and high,

Chasing each other merrily.

III.

There would be neither moon nor star;

But the wave would make music above us afar --

Low thunder and light in the magic night --

Neither moon nor star.

We would call aloud in the dreamy dells,

Call to each other and whoop and cry

All night, merrily, merrily;

They would pelt me with starry spangles and shells,

Laughing and clapping their hands between,

All night, merrily, merrily:

But I would throw to them back in mine

Turkis and agate and almondine:

Then leaping out upon them unseen

I would kiss them often under the sea,

And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly.

Oh! what a happy life were mine

Under the hollow-hung ocean green!

Soft are the moss-beds under the sea;

We would live merrily, merrily.

~*~

[aimbutmiss]

Yk, I was thinking. Buggy knew Whitebeard fairly well right? The Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard pirates crossed paths many, many times on their respective voyages. Enough that Newgate had his and Shanks's faces memorized and Buggy to know damn well that picking a fight with Ace would bring down Whitebeard's wrath. But those two crews partied as much as they fought together.

So what's Buggy going to say when Gabriel asks him about what Whitebeard was really like? Bc Crocodile sure doesn't have anything nice to say, and he rarely has anything to say at all about his past.

Well, to answer that question I have to talk about Buggy's thoughts on Whitebeard first, and I have a lot to say.

Firstly, Buggy most certainly respected the man. Whitebeard was able to clash with Roger on equal grounds, and their fights ended in draws. He was perhaps the only man who could be considered Roger's equal. That alone is enough to make anyone respect Whitebeard, but Buggy actually saw the fights. He knew Roger personally, therefore he has the best idea of how much respect Whitebeard actually deserves.

The man was a beast, and Buggy knows this from first hand experience.

But unlike Crocodile, that personal experience he had never hurt him. Buggy has no personal grudge against the man, if anything he kind of liked him (despite how terrifying he was). Whitebeard was good with kids in his own way back in the day. Not in the gentle, caring way but more like a fun, a bit crazy uncle. He always entertained Shanks and Buggy in the parties after their fights, and was one of the few adults who never questioned Roger's decision to have kids in the crew.

Well, either way, Buggy hadn't thought about the man in years and didn't really care— until Marineford. I genuinely believe Buggy's fear at seeing Whitebeard was because he thought the man wouldn't recognise him. Because if he did realise who he was, he wouldn't hurt him. Buggy was certain of that.

And he was right. Whitebeard recognised him, and didn't try to fight. If anything, he helped Buggy. And I believe 100% that it was intentional. Whitebeard's a clever man, and he knew how Buggy was as a child. One look at Buggy's scared face and the hoard of men behind him screaming for a fight was enough for him to assess the situation.

So, Buggy was throwing around empty promises about killing him to impress this group of escapees and it escalated. Right.

So, of course, after realising this, Whitebeard offered a truce— a team up. Because he knew Buggy didn't actually want to fight him. Not that he could anyway... But even if he did somehow have the power to do so, the kid wouldn't want to hurt him. He had no reason to do so. If anything, as one of the few people who remembered Roger as a man and not the King of Pirates, Buggy kind of valued Whitebeard's existence. It made him feel less alone, less like Roger's legacy could die out. That's why despite his lack of interest in the man, or the war, he was sad when he died. Another great man from the good old days, gone forever. Another part of the childhood he valued so much, wiped off the face of the earth in a second.

So, what would Buggy tell Gabe when he asks him about Whitebeard? Just the truth.

"He was a pirate."

Like his daddies, he was a pirate. And above all, he was a man. He could be kind, he could be terrifying. He did good things, but he also did bad things. He made mistakes. He pillaged and fought and killed, because that's what a pirate does. But he had a family he loved and protected to the end of the world.

Like Crocodile. Like Mihawk.

Gabriel loves his dads, but Buggy doesn't shy away from telling him that those two don't act the same way to everyone. They've done every bad thing under the sky that a pirate can do, some of which they have regrets over. They've ruined people's lives in their own way, they've fought and they've killed. Because they're pirates. Because they're men.

Just like Whitebeard.

Humanising Whitebeard doesn't wipe the trauma away of course, but it helps. It's the first step in a journey of healing for a little kid who didn't ask for any of this.

And if anyone can forgive a man they've never met, who happens to be already dead, it's a strong kid like Gabriel.

[beanghostprincess]

I like when fanartists draw Nami's scar under her tatoo, but it got me thinking about other characters's scars too with fanarts and now I think not many people realise just how many fucking scars Luffy should have in canon, like:

1) You have his trademark scar under his eye because Shanks is irrensponsable (not entirely on him but you know what I mean)

2) The slice marks on the side of his head and chest from Kuro he got at Syrup Village.

3) His back must be covered in holes from Don Krieg's spear thingys.

4) At least a few bite marks all over his body from Arlong.

5) Probably a few scars by Zoro from Whiskey Peak as well.

6) Obliterated hands and feet as well as frostbites from climbing 5000 meteres in the cold at Drumm Island. (Side note, I love this scene because it shows just how much Luffy loves his crewmates)

7) Crocodile literally piercing through his body gave him scars both front and back.

8) A few scars from getting thrown at a glass window and bleeding out at Jaya by Bellamy.

9) I know it's technically impossible but Enel's lighting may or may have not scarred him. (Scars from lighting look pretty insane, look it up)

10) Bite marks from Lucci of course, can't escape those.

11) I could see him having scars similar to strech marks because of the 1000 shadows in his weakened body as well as well other instances in the battle against Oars and Moria.

12) Magellan's poison defenetely damaged his skin as well.

13) Then frostbite again. (Thanks again to Bon Clay for saving him, I luv you Bon Clay)

14)And Ivankov pokeing him to give him healing hormones.

15) The mark from Akainu's boiling donut frosting. (I will punish myself for this joke, don't worry)

16) Probably hurt himself during the 2 year training with Rayleigh.

17) More fishmen bitemarks, this time from Hody Jones.

18) Cuts from Doflamingo's strings and other instances.

19) Cracker and Oven attacking him.

20) Marks on his arms from when he tried to cut off his own hands to save Sanji.

21) Scars from Katakuri's mochi and his other attacks or something.

22) Queen's virus/poison looked like it was burning his skin and was probably acidic.

23) I haven't finished Wano yet, but Kaidou must have given his share of scars to him as well.

The poor guy's body is just a war battlefield. His skin is barely attached to him at this point.

I ADORE when artists draw Luffy with a lot of the scars. It makes his character design way better and gorgeous in my opinion. And tbh, all Strawhats should have way more scars. If I started explaining every little scar they would have here I wouldn't be able to finish but.... I trust fanartists to draw the characters with soooo many of them 🙏🏻

[fanaticsnail]

I'm gonna throw up (affectionate)

Governess Lady Dracule getting misty eyed realising she's now lady Dracule

Mihawk only being distracted for a second - not able to be distracted from her for longer - and instinctively blindly reaching his hand out for his wife - even when not looking at her he reaches for her, especailly when overwhelmed by things he dislikes like socializing with his guests, seeking her out for comfort. Noticing her absence immediately - unable to comprehend her not by his side, feeling her absence as unnaturally as a phantom limb - and drawing his sword on everyone, even his closest friend

“Y-You’ve,” Mihawk stumbled over his words, darting his frantic eyes between Shanks’, “You’ve kidnapped my bride?” <-- OOOH the desparation, the panic - I feel like that one scene in The Grinch "The Horror!" "The fury!" "The muscles."

Perona: Mihawk sings

Zoro: Mihawk sings?

Me, out loud: Mihawk sings?

Beckmann is so done with his dumbass captain I just know he's been chewing through 6 cigarettes a day throughout this whole ordeal

(Just wait hun, Shanks has his own coming for him)

"I'm almost jealous that I won't be the one wearing it." <--- the way I was gripped with the spirit of a salacious old man from 1950's New York. "Yew could wear it for me anytime, doll. Put on a show for daddy."

"You're not technically married" <--- Buggy. Darling, sweetie, baby. You've already made an enemy of Mihawk do not push your luck with Lady D

Lady D saying that she loves Mihawk out loud!!! Only realizing it a second later bc it was so instinctual!!!! Her being genuinely thankful to Buggy for helping make this day happen because she's thankful that the day did happen!!!

Perona and Zoro, ready to watch Mihawk woo their Governess:

Before he fell within your proximity, he halted and inhaled a shaken breath as he humbly knelt with both knees on the floor, his hands laced and placed within his lap. Your breath hitched, eyes darted between his honey-coloured eyes which then immediately snapped shut. 

Mihawk’s eyes opened, his breath hitching as he witnessed the longing gaze you were offering to him. Your eyes swelled with emotions, lips parting and drawing up in a melancholy smile. Mihawk offered you a small, bashful smile as he continued to sing to you. 

He rose his knee from his kneeling into a lunge, bowing his head down and removing his hat from his head. A final promise uttered lyrically from within his skilled melody, you holding onto each word. 

^No words, just needed us to draw attention to this and have a moment to appreciate it. Also the song?????? Beautiful. The lyrics perfectly reflecting both them and their future together

Hhhhhhhh the kiiiiiisssss. Her grabbing his face? Being the one to initiate after he poured his heart out to woo her and waited with baited breath to see if she would accept?? Reassuring him that she does love him and rewarding him for humbling himself??? Comforting him after his act of vulnerability????

Ugh, just all the small acts afterwards as well that show their care for each other beyond grand gestures. Mihawk kissing her forehead and not being able to bear pulling away so he keeps resting close to her. Only breaking away when she brings up the food but still wanting to be close he smooths out her hair, an act of tender care. Them being able to joke with each other. Him getting concerned and angry when hearing she hasn't eaten.

Zoro realizing that becoming the greatest swordsman by killing Mihawk means breaking up their beautiful union and especially upsetting his sweet Governess!!! Trying to think of other ways! A huge step considering how stubborn and determined he is that really shows how much he cares and particularly how much he's grown under the Governess' guidance.

Also I love the dress having both their birth constellations on

Mihawk not wanting to break from Governess' side after being without her, not even wanting to interact with his guests! Except he gives small smiles to each of her former students!!!! Because he values her work!!!!! And he knows she cares so he cares too!!!!!

He was yours to do with what you will, clay awaiting molding into the husband you desired him to be. <---- hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Okay seriously all the kiss descriptions in this are insane, were you plagued by voices or something you madwoman?

He didn't even read her resume he just knew he wanted heRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH

"For as long as we both shall live, and for whatever comes next."

Her telling Zoro she won't stop him and doesn't want to extinguish his dream!! Him shocked and practically begging her to get mad at him or try and convince him otherwise even if he won't be convinced bc he can't grapple with the thought of taking their happiness from them!!

“And between us, I would rather it be you. You are someone we both trust," - "You trust me? You trust me to give him an honorable death?” <-- baby. A child. I am putting him in my pocket.

God, everything about Governess comforting Zoro and Zoro being so shocked and emotional that she doesn't hate him and in fact trusts and loves him, and them hugging.

Lmao, Governess getting tossed around the dancefloor by all the dressmakers.

Again, Governess genuinely thankful for this happening, even knowing Crocodile isn't as well-intentioned as Buggy or Shanks.

“An expert tamer of unruly individuals, I shall keep you in mind for when such a purpose arises.” <--- HMMMM, I WONDER WHEN HE COULD POSSIBLY MEET SUCH AN UNRULY INDIVIDUAL. GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW.

I do truly love Governess' relationship with the red-haired pirates. Getting to see her being less prim and proper and seeing the stern hand that she has to have in her life of work, knowing why she's the best at what she does. Her getting to have people that are dear to her at the union of her and her man to usher them into the future. Plus the nicknames are so fun

The cliffhanger is so cruel! Not just to us but to our dear Governess who, with Beckmann, will probably spend 20 minutes off-screen swearing and struggling to find the straps.

Mihawk: My Beloved, you are late, if you are perhaps nervous in the light of this tradition-

Governess: Mihawk, my heart, I just spent 15 minutes putting the lingerie on backwards and upsidedown.

Governess: And then another 5 minutes admiring the lift it gave my ass cheeks.

Snail. I love your chapter reviews. They are amazing and I appreciate each word you articulate in your analysis.

Lord and Lady Dracule are in love, both of them truly realising this in its entirety in this chapter. Her speaking it aloud, whereas he reaches for her to hold - a big favourite dynamic.

You joining in with Zoro and Perona's shock is way too funny. I hinted at him singing way back when he was Farm-Boy in the door, humming his little tune. Had to make him sing properly. Since then, I needed to hear his song.

Benn Beckman needs a break. A long one. Preferably with a vast assortment of individuals with the ability to provide him rest. Hopefully Shanks' bride will aid him in finding such solitude and respite when she takes over his care. Cheeky captain.

Buggy is doing his best. He is a softie, and needs a partner to appreciate that softer side of him. All that care in costume designing for his crew really shone through in this chapter - the deep thought he put into the elements to encapsulate the burning ball of flame a star is, alongside incorporating the consultations of their birth was a favourite. Sea-faring folk know the stars, and buggy learnt from the best.

Considering their first kiss was Mihawk grabbing her, she needed to show him how much she truly desired him too. He's hers, body and soul until Zoro claims both from him with his blade. Zoro loves his governess. Perhaps he will find an alternative to killing Mihawk to claim his title for all their sakes. Zoro definately needed that cuddle after such unbridled affirmations. He would adore living in your pocket.

Me and kisses.

Truthfully, I am a madwoman. I adore writing kisses. I need to know the touch, the emotions and feelings, the tension, the taste, the smell, the music swelling - I need to know everything. Which is going to come in handy for the next chapter when it's more than just a kiss 😏.

Crocodile's Sapsorrow is coming. So close, I can taste it. He will definitely need the Governess in a few key areas.

The Governess and Red-Hairs were so much fun to write for. The Vile Exterminator and their Vermin, kept in line by the broody bloodhound Benn Beckman when she isn't there to aid in his blight.

More of Beckman's Blight being in the arrangement of the Sun-Dress at the careful directions notated by the inebriated Captain. Coarse fingertips, hums of soothing affirmation, apologetic whispers, soft gasps, sea-travelling curses - Mihawk is going to either kill Benn Beckman or kiss him when he gets a glimpse of his bride.

Considering our governess is also blindfolded: how is she going to know where the marriage bed is? Will she be blindfolded for the whole intimate encounter, or simply Beckman's? Will she actually get to see the dress, or simply experiencing it being expertly tied and untied with brushing fingers, grasping hands, soothing touches, and lustful ravishing. Surely she should be allowed to see her groom, not just feel his wandering fingertips and warmth radiating from his body.

The butt-lift comment has me laughing. Yes to that. It is going to be a wild ride. Of course I needed to end it on a cliffhanger! It was over 10,700+ words and I wanted to have a chapter alone on the intimacies of romancing the flesh. More to come soon!!

As always, I love and appreciate you Snail. It's a highlight getting asks from you 🖤🖤.

[meli-writes]

Truth to be Dared - Ch. 01

/// CW: mild gore, attempted sexual assault. ///

The Princess pulls at the hoof-and-boot-marked mud — despoiling the kingswood’s coat of sodden, gold-simmered leaves with hastened discare. Daubing the clodded mess on unwon spurs, she hushes the noble prattle that had nipped at her heels and presses into the trees.

“You wish to fuck the princess, in sooth?” an undistant voice asks; its poshness diluted with a prickishly-known southern lilt — Relbert, it must be, a third cousin she is not liable to miss.

“She’s gonna be beautiful, ain’t she?” replies his footman. The Princess steps over a blood-spattered root and sees him. “Her Grace must be beggin’ for it, all these years without a proper man,” he mutters, crossbow in hand; unbacked breastplate.

“True! And you can have her, Simon is it? Though I assure you, having bedded a dragon’s hoard of whores—” You and what manhood, cousin. “—that a cunt’s a cunt. No sense in spending extra on candlelight, I say,” he muses. Ahh— you and your purse, of course.

She peers; one arm at sword-hilt, another reassuring her besagews; imagines the foul and terrible beast he’s caught; a snouted flesh-mass he’d have his footman claim and deliver to her throne-sat feet; that should’ve been hers; her faun trapped in her forest, and—

It’s a girl.

The fallen leaves festoon its peat-sooted horns; fashion a crimson-tipped and gilded crown, nestled in mud-matted braids. Its shoulders — mantled in brown fur — fold around its white-speckled bosom, hands clutched close to its heartbeat. The Princess loses herself; devours it through the sallet-slit, afore a bitter whimper parts its pain-quivered lips.

It— is— a girl.

There’s a hexatious intent in its stare, spilling from moonlit pools of henbane-salted brine, that flits to-and-fro its captor and his unwatchful footman. It almost lands on the Princess, afore it melts on its face like afternoon dessert as its fattened haunch tenses around a bolt, life’s blood oozing as spilled cream, down to the hoof — bitten in a saw-bladed mantrap.

It's—

The Princess dares one last step; she finds her cousin, his gauntlet pulled off as he— drops his hose. Grasping at his cock — a piffling piece out of step with the codpiece he thrusts upon the Princess’ court — she baulks, clenching at her own sword in revulsion till she realises the noisome articulation of her plate armour.

His footman pricks at it, turning as she draws till— “Alas, there’s a tourney prize to be won here, useful to those with an— unruly mare,” her cousin blessedly, for once, interrupts — his man leal in his attentions again. She breathes; places her offhand on the pommel and stills.

“Mine-own has borne me seven daughters in six years — if one can believe,” he continues, the footman having nodded in purported interest. “And that hell-sent Bishop has already professed to me that the eighth, Solstice-come, will be the same! Useless, except well—”

Her cousin takes it at the horns; the Faun squealing, a terror-sodden bray neither of-girl nor of-goat alone, as it scrabbles on root and blood-wet soil. She waits for the moment — the footman she can fell forthwith, and if his death-thrown hand doesn’t squeeze on it, the crossbow can be turned then on her cousin. For now, he shakes the Faun like it were a doll, hushing as its bone-eaten and muscle-frayed shank twists on trap-teeth, and laughs.

“—all I need do — as the Bishop tells it, to bed the wench and have her befruit me a proper son-and-heir — is have the faun suck on my cock,” he says, as though it cannot listen. And the Princess isn’t sure it can, until: a tartened twinkle in its wine-dark gaze, and it settles.

It lolls its tongue and bleats, soft and meek. Gods— It really knows.

“Now— there’s a bitch what knows what it’s made for,” her cousin boasts, his engorged member welcomed into its hot-breathed maw. It looks in the Princess’ eye; its lips curl, exposing its own mottled hedgerow. “I might almost call it a shame, to cut off its—”

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written on cohost 05/05/2024, in response to Making-up-Monsters' prompt:

Monster who's sorry for biting off your head

Following even-numbered chapters, from the Faun's POV, make use of a text effect that is incompatible with screenreaders. I apologise, this story was first written with access to full HTML and this was the best I could do to recreate it. In future there will be a version on a personal site that's accessible and displays the original intended effect.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hi!! I absolutely love your maze runner stuff!! I was was wondering about how the glazers would react to a trans guy coming up from the box? Maybe he’s a bit on the quieter side (until you get to know him and then he’s just as mischievous as the rest of them) and enjoys art? Anyways sorry if this was vague or anything I didn’t see and requesting rules on your page! But yeah, love your work and I hope you have a great day!!

Hi! Thanks so much for requesting this one I had so much fun writing all my wholesome maze boys ❤❤❤ Hope you enjoyed :)

Yellow painted skies

Platonic gladers x trans masc!reader

Notes: I DIDN'T REALISE UNTIL I WROTE MOST OF A FIC THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY MEANT TO BE HEADCANON-FORMATTED. I rewrote it but I couldn't help but keep in the Minho scene so that's why that's there

Warnings: language (glader slang + normal swearing)

Newt

Your first friend, of course

Newt's the best guy and is so, so caring on your first day, and you quickly find comfort in him

He immediately supports you when you're struggling with some things on your first night

When you're grabbing clothes for a shower, he offers you a bunch of different shirts, including a really big, loose one if you want it, to make sure you're as comfortable as possible

If you've got a period, Newt's your go to guy. At first, you're anxious to ask about anything, but Newt's pretty intuitive and understands what you're looking for

He prepares strips of linen and clean fabrics since they don't have access to proper sanitary products

Plus, he's got all his subtle ways of making you more comfortable without bringing unwanted attention - he might pass you a hot water bottle before bed, or give you less demanding work while you're in the worst of it

---

Newt is kind to every new person that joins, and everybody loves him, but eventually most Greenies will find their own close friend circles within their jobs.

You're one of the first newbies in a while to actually stick with Newt

You're one of the few people that doesn't get on Newt's nerves every so often, and he's always relieved to see you after a long day

He'll sit down and cross his ankles over your legs when he's had a hard time, and you'll just talk and unwind

When neither of you can sleep, you'll find each other and just have profound, deep late night talks, which started right from your first day

---

Newt loves your art and finds it relaxing to just watch you draw, or paint

The two of you (and sometimes Minho and Frypan) can sit for hours in peaceful silence, just you sitting up with a sketchbook and the other guys sprawled out on the grass

He's picked up some art tips from you too, but he doesn't really paint to make art of any ground-breaking quality; he usually just splashes colours across a page for fun and to calm his mind, which- is so valid, of course

Minho

Minho didn't like you immediately, and he'd be honest about that too - you were a little too quiet for him

But one moment changed that for him (cue cutscene)

"This is the Map," says Minho, gesturing at the covered table. He's been giving you the Runners intro crash course, which is the first job the Gladers explain since most new guys aren't gonna be chosen for it. "You'll see it if you become a Runner." You nod again, as you've been doing a lot for the past few minutes. "Don't talk much, do you?" comments Minho, arms crossing over his chest as he looks at you appraisingly. "Minho," warns Newt. You blink at him, not really sure how to respond to that. "I-" "It's okay," interrupts Minho. "Just something to work on. Cause listen, Newt here can coddle you and the rest of the greenbeans all he wants, but the hard truth is that this ain't a place for some shank who isn't gonna speak up. We're a team, in the Glade. Everyone's part of the family. I just wanna clear this up now, let you know that if you don't open your mouth and use your voice, you're gonna have problems." "God- every shuckin' month," groans Newt, massaging his temples. "Now it's fine if you're just quiet," continues Minho, "But I just think it's best to know that you'll have a much better time here if you talk to people." Newt sighs. "Look, Minho's right, but you can take your time, okay? Settle in at your own rate." "Alright now, Greenie. Anything to say about the Runner's intro so far? Or just anything to say at all?" Fuck, okay. This is the start. Just say something funny, aim for levity. "Those drawings are shit," you say flatly, gesturing to the pencil sketches of the Maze you'd seen on the way in. Newt chokes. Minho blinks, before he bursts out in cackles. Oh, well that wasn't too hard. "You should really work on how the shadows turn out instead of just colouring it black," you continue, since insults are apparently the way to go. Minho starts wheezing, and you look to Newt expecting to see some amusement on his face, but he just looks shocked. "Those- those are my drawings," he manages to say. Your eyes widen, and your stomach drops. "Oh. Oh my god. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought- oh my god." Minho's crying laughing by now, bending over and clutching his stomach. You jolt slightly as his hand lands on your shoulder. "Nevermind," he gasps out between snorts. "Forget what I said, you're gonna be fine here." You stare at Newt, mortified, but he just shakes his head, an amused expression forming on his face. "They are pretty shit, aren't they? It's alright, maybe you can replace them for us." Newt slings an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of the hut. "C'mon, gardening intro's next. Minho, don't piss yourself," he adds, looking down with mock-disdain at his friend.

So... yeah. You guys pretty much just became friends after that

Except- okay, with Newt, you'd definitely developed a soft spot for him, and he seems to like you too, despite the way you insulted him pretty much to his face on your second day.

But with Minho, you've gotten the opposite of a soft spot for him

The two of you mainly thrive on mutual bitchiness, resulting in a friendship mainly consisting of eyerolls and snarky remarks

It works though, and you sit with him at every meal, always facing each other and playing some foot-kicking-game under the table, always with a straight face

He'll wait for you when his evening runs finish before dinner, and you'll wake up early to have breakfast with him and the Runners

He doesn't touch art himself, but he likes to sit with you and annoy you while you're meant to be having some peaceful time

To set the scene, it's usually Newt lying on his stomach watching as you sit in front your canvas (multiple pieces of paper stuck to a piece of wood), mixing paints, with Minho sitting beside you and making little comments

"Paint it yellow."

"That's the sky."

"It's sunny."

"The sky is still blue."

Idk I just think he'd make silly little comments for absolutely no reason

Also, you end up painting the sky yellow, and it fucking looks better

Frypan

After hearing from Newt that you liked art, Frypan started looking for materials for you, cause he always goes out of his way to make the Greenies as comfortable as possible

In his free time, he went out to crush up little plants and pigment rocks to experiment with mixing them with water and make paints and watercolours

Most people had decided that you seemed to just want to keep to yourself, including Frypan, but he saw you getting close and joking around with Newt and Minho, and knew that you would open up if only people gave you the chance

So he kept it slow, grinning at you when you go up for meals, until you started always smiling back at him, and you started hanging out on a regular basis

He's genuinely astounded by every piece of art you show him, whether it's a simple sketch of a random flower or a sunrise painting you'd spent days on (It's always "Shuck, Y/n. This is amazing!")

Gally

Gally is besties with Frypan (I will fight you on this)

So that's how you met him

He'd always be cool with you, just "sup, Greenie" every time you were both with Frypan at the same time

But then you started to build your own relationship with him too

You became friends when you started sketching architecture-y things for him, and he'd annotate little instructions on the drawings to hand out to the other builders

He's always just quietly impressed by your sketches, nodding and "thanks Greenie"

You actually become known as the 'art guy' around the Glade

The Medjacks will call you in to make pencil sketches of the plants and herbs for their little medicine book

You've always got Frypan's paint stained on your fingers, but it's a look

Thanks for reading <3

[allthatmay]

hey i saw that ask pressuring you to write so i just want to say i followed you specifically over reading your ace/shanks and i’m having a very good time rereading your fics ever so often! i think what you’ve written is already incredible and even if you never added to it, it would be a wonderful series standing on its own. as it is, looking at dates of publishing, you’ve actually been a really fast writer for your other chapters - the wait time for the new chapter hasn’t been too long, i would wait years more tbh. it’s perfectly fine to take a rest and deal with personal stuff, the most important thing is yourself ᕙ( ^ₒ^ ᕙ)

I really appreciate you taking the time to send this. It's full to the brim with understanding and I'm so chuffed to hear you've been reading the fic again ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Honestly, I don't think people realise (or perhaps they do?) that sending authors messages like "update soon?" or "abandoned?" is a form of pressure, especially when there's no courtesy in the message. At the end of the day, I'm only one person—and a disabled one at that—so I have a limited number of tasks I can get done in a day. When I posted TCoH, I was in a really good place and had spoons to spare, and writing was my priority at that time. Now, for reasons I don't want to go into, my husband must and will come before everything else. Believe me, friends, I want to write just as badly as you want to read!

Anyway, I don't know if I've shared this before, but I thought I'd throw you a small NSFW preview of the next chapter, simply because you've been so understanding!

The pleasure in watching Shanks undress is as potent now as it has ever been. He takes care in putting Ace’s vivre card to one side, then strips naked and climbs onto the bed, stretching out along it like a life drawing model—every inch of him spread out for Ace’s admiration. Muscular legs are matched by a strong arm and hard stomach, but it’s his powerful hips and gorgeous cock that take Ace’s attention: he’s only half-hard in his current state, surrounded by a thatch of red hair. It makes Ace’s mouth water to think of him swelling on his tongue. “Come on, angel,” Shanks says, tapping his tan chest. He has red hair there too, complementing his full pecs. “I’m all yours.”